Clark lowered his glasses again, growling a little in frustration as he watched a fuzzy blob dart back and forth behind the walls of a burning apartment building.
"Funny," a strange voice said from somewhere behind Clark, "I would have thought he was too young for the lifestyle--the joys of normal childhood, and all that."
/jumps about 4 feet high/ Geez!
Clark turned to see a dark haired woman smirking at him. Her green eyes seemed to dance with amusement at some shared joke, although Clark certainly didn't get it.
Who…
"You didn't show up last night," she scolded.
Wha…?
"Uh..." Clark floundered for an appropriate response. "Sorry?" he tried.
Kryptonian girlfriend? Wait, does Diana have green eyes?
"It's all right," the woman said, patting him on the chest. "You can make it up. The girls were looking forward to seeing you again, though."
He’s got a second family with Diana Prince?
"Of course!" the woman said, raising an eyebrow at him. "It won't be long until they start getting their powers, too."
Oh boy.
CLARK:
She seemed to think. "Have you told him...everything?"
"Everything?" Clark echoed.
"You know..." she said. "About us?"
How Clark practices the traditional Mormon lifestyle?
Clark suddenly felt sick. "No," he managed to say.
You are evil!
"Clark!" Lois spotted Clark and ran up to him. "There you are! I've been looking for you all morning. Where's Lane?"
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kent," said a voice.
Clark closed his eyes and silently groaned.
"I understand you've been looking for me," Lane continued, adjusting the sunglasses he wore.
Oh boy.
Between the shades and the leather jacket, he looked a bit like a punk,
So, 15 y/o?
especially since most of Clark's other ideas had been completely shot down.
Pink dress and a blonde wig?
"In the flesh," Lane answered before Clark could get a word in. "How can I help my best reporter friends today?"
17?
Lois shook her head. "This won't work at all," she said. "I can't believe how different this place is!"
She doesn’t even recognize her own son
Clark swallowed, his eyes flicking towards the crowd where the mysterious woman had disappeared. "Tell me about it," he murmured.
Michael
